I Want To Lay the Very Best!

253 – Rival Wings

It was strange seeing Mercury be so domestic. Brandy had built her up in her head as a decidedly wild Pokémon who'd ruin a woman and leave her with nothing but lipstick marks and a few pleasant aches. But she knew her way around a kettle, and as she brought the water to a boil the Rapidash even hummed to herself happily. A little nothing tune that just bounced back and forth as she fished the Magikarp branded mugs out of a cabinet. Mercury was a local legend in Turrfield, and even further out, it seemed, it was hard to believe many women had ever seen this side of her. She did like to take care of her lovers and make sure they left better than she found them, but it was just hard to imagine her serving someone like this.

"Something's bothering her," Morgan whispered into Brandy's ear. Her wings were wrapped around Brandy like a cloak, her soft, cool feathers blissfully pleasant against Brandy's sweaty skin. "You know her best. We didn't go too far, did we?"

"She'd tell us if we did, I don't think it's that," Brandy replied. She turned her head to brush a kiss over Morgan's cheek. "You were incredible. Being commanding suits you."

"Doesn't it just," Morgan grinned, "I don't think I could do what Calcine does, but getting what I wanted felt good. Almost as good as admitting what I wanted was you."

Brandy blushed at her partner's earnestness. Morgan's voice was more serious now. She usually hid behind a bit of playfulness, always leaving you guessing if she was telling the truth or tricking you. There was no need to guess here; her heart was in her words.

"I barely need this tea," Mercury said as she poured the hot water into three mugs with tea bags. "I could relax just drinking in the fuzzy feelings rolling off you two right now."

"You're feeling tense?" Brandy asked, ducking a little into Morgan's feathers. She was poking a potentially sore feeling Mercury had. It felt like Mercury wanted to talk about it, but there was still the chance Brandy was treading on dangerous ground.

Mercury didn't ask them if they needed sugar and milk. It seems she already knew. Psychic privilege. She didn't answer Brandy immediately, stirring with the clinking of the metal spoon on ceramic as her chest rose and fell with long, calming breaths. Brandy and Morgan did enjoy staring at her butt while waiting for an answer; it really was an incredible sight; if Brandy's ass looked half that good, no wonder Morgan had almost become unintelligible with praise.

"You're still a little fresh a relationship for me to be opening up about this, Brandy," Mercury said, her tone measured, not wanting to offend. "Much as I'm enjoying your strange way of affection, some things aren't easy to talk about."

"I can jump out if you want," Morgan said, "I get it if you don't trust me to be quiet."

"No," Mercury said as she turned, pink psychic energy keeping the spoons stirring behind her. The view from the front was just as good; her chest, pushed up by her folded arms, looked even more ridiculously huge, and her stomach had to be firm enough to bounce coins off. She might even have tried that if Morgan had been in a more playful mood. "If you're considerate enough to offer, I can trust you. Just not easy, let me get a run up to it?"

"Sure," Brandy nodded, worming her way back up from the protection of Morgan's wings. "I hope you enjoyed all, uh, that though. You seemed to be?"

Mercury laughed, making Brandy smile at just how rich Mercury's laugh was. For all of her mystery, she still did everything with purpose. When she laughed, she meant it, and you could feel her genuine amusement. It made Brandy want to laugh with her, even if she didn't get why.

"It was interesting," Mercury said, stroking her throat. "I'm used to being the one making ladies choke, but the idea of getting to truly feel what it's like to take my dick? It was enlightening, and I've got ideas for how to enhance the experience. The ending was definitely a moment to remember, even if it was a dirty trick."

"Very clean trick, actually," Morgan smiled, "But glad you liked it. Good practice for when our big dicked Brandy is going to bend you over a table and show you what it feels like from the other end. Or maybe you're more interested in a darker taste."

 "I think you're going to have to earn that," Mercury laughed, swishing a hand and sending spoons and teabags sailing through the air and into the sink. With a click of her fingers, the three mugs followed behind her as she walked up to the bed. With Brandy and Morgan sitting on the mattress, Mercury absolutely towered over them, and while her dick was soft right now, it was still an incredibly intimidating sight. She put a hand on Morgan's shoulder, and Brandy could hear the Murkrow's soft sigh when pressed down by Morgan's weight. Leaning over, her breast almost touched Brandy's lips, and Brandy couldn't resist them. She leaned forward, pasting a lick over the tantalizing curve, letting her hair press into Mercury's body as she used her size to make them both feel small, but in a good way.

She didn't go any further, sliding down to sit beside them both, wrapping one arm around Morgan and Brandy's cuddle puddle and giving a firm but friendly squeeze. The tea floated up, and Brandy accepted her cup, the faint smell of the cinnamon soothing her. A sip confirmed that it was exactly how she liked it as if there'd been any real doubt.

"You're very considerate, Mercury," Brandy said. "I know you're a huge badass, but you're nice."

"I enjoy knowing what people need," Mercury said, blowing across the top of her mug. "And giving it to them. I'm an indulgence for most women; they can't handle me, but they get a moment they'll remember forever. I like the idea that women out there go to sleep fantasizing about me."

"I certainly know that feeling," Morgan sighed, leaning on Brandy's shoulder. "It's nice to be in people's thoughts."

"That's what I want," Mercury said, her hand on Morgan's hip, her thumb rubbing circles through the feathers. She had the magic touch. Brandy could feel Morgan relaxing into her body, her tufty tail feathers swishing happily across the worn blankets. "How I became a Rapidash, a gradual buildup until I realized there had to be thousands of women out there who loved me, at least a little."

"Thousands," Brandy said, a little awed, "Really?"

"Easily. I've been around a long time, a very long time." Mercury said, "I thought I'd seen it all, gotten a little jaded about it all. Then I run into a cute little Trainer with a fascinating world view."

"Brandy is certainly a unique Trainer," Morgan said as she nibbled on Brandy's neck, "In the best way possible."

"I'm glad she's working for you," Mercury smiled, sipping her tea. Brandy was happy to see she was enjoying it; nice-flavored teas were an indulgence of Brandy's. Most people didn't notice the difference, but Mercury clearly shared her love. Maybe literally? Psychic was a bit of a headache to work out. "She certainly motivates me to try new things. It's been a long time since I'd ever worried about losing. Been pushing to train up for our rematch."

"We don't have to do that," Brandy said, "If it's bothering you."

Mercury gave a bit more of a crush to the hug and rubbed her head against Brandy's until Brandy was squealing and trying to squirm free of her, laughing as she had to settle for gentle head bumps instead.

"Okay! Okay! You can bother me." Brandy yelped. "Mercy!"

"Darn right," Mercury grinned, "You're not getting out of it. I want your best."

"Tonight?"

"No, you got the Water Gym to do, and I'm not in the right mind. It's-" She took a deep breath and sunk her body into Morgan's, who gently brushed a wing over her back for comfort. It was nice seeing the pair get along. "Professor Joan. I've never met a woman like her."

No kidding. Being cornered in the shower by Joan had made Brandy's heart beat like a drum, even after she turned out to be friendly. She seemed so effortlessly confident, like nothing in life could ever hope to challenge her. It made sense, and Professors were the best of humanity, the rare few who could be considered on par with Pokémon. Maybe even a little better. Professor Joan had dedicated her life to collecting inheritance, and she must have set her eyes on Mercury.

"You could take her," Brandy said, "She's a lot, but so are you."

Mercury smiled and gave Brandy another squeeze. "Nice of you to say, but I won't repeat Maple's mistake. She's out of my league. Never thought I'd meet someone like that."

"Well, you were out of mine, and I like to think I got better."

"You have," Morgan nodded, leaning forward so Brandy could raise her mug to give her a sip of Brandy's tea. She pulled a face and went back to her own. "Could do with more improving though, blech."

"Sweet tooth." Brandy chided.

"Not my fault you don't enjoy the finer things," Morgan huffed, "I'm a refined Murkrow, thank you."

Mercury helped Brandy out by giving Morgan a press, forcing her head forward so Brandy could kiss her cheek until her huffs turned into little hungry moans. It seemed to help her, giving Brandy and Morgan both what they wanted, and Brandy reached out to squeeze Mercury's thigh. Giving her permission to share in the moment.

"Bond with me," Brandy said, "You'll get stronger. Stronger even than Joan."

 "Tempting," Mercury smiled. "But I'm not going to do it for strength."

"You want me to be strong, though?"

Mercury nodded. "When you don't need me, you'll be ready."

"That's silly," Morgan said as she nuzzled Brandy's cheek. "You're ridiculous."

It made sense to Brandy. Mercury was bothered by Professor Joan because Joan just wanted to inherit from her. When a wild Pokémon got as strong as Mercury, it must be hard to know that people love you for more than the power you could bring, even for a Psychic.

"Joan's not bothering you, is she?" Brandy asked, "I can have a word."

"No, she's smart enough not to overstep," Mercury smiled, "Won't stop her flirting. She is hot, and I think it'd be a good time."

"Ohhh," Morgan said, "You came here to practice letting someone else take charge. Test what it feels like."

"I came here because Brandy is fascinating," Mercury said, running a finger down Brandy's side and over the curve of her briefly enhanced ass. "And to see what she'd look like in my colors. You just presented an opportunity, is all."

"So we didn't make you bend your knee that easily?" Morgan rolled her eyes. "Excuses."

"You were perfectly terrifying," Mercury said, kissing Brandy on the cheek and then collaring Morgan to give her one, despite all the wing flapping in protest. "You need to evolve already. Brandy deserves your best, and I deserve a real challenge."

Making Morgan's evolution a bet was an excellent way to get her focused on it, and maybe Brandy would have gone for it earlier. Right now though, Brandy gently pushed Mercury's arm back to separate the two.

"Morgan will get there when she wants it, not because she feels she has to." Brandy said, "And if you push it, I'll show you Joan isn't the only woman you should be scared of."

"See?" Mercury said, waggling her eyebrows at Morgan. "She's a keeper. Treat her as well as she treats you."

"We'd treat you good too?" Morgan tipped her head. "You'd look lovely in a collar. Could sleep at the foot of our bed."

"Good night, you two," Mercury said, slowly stretching her body out. Clearly enjoying their quiet stares. "Do try to get some sleep eventually; I'd hate to see you go from resident to patient here."

"Hey, you gave me this ass," Brandy said, slapping her own cheek with a hefty clap. "Morgan will want to use it while it's here."

"I will, it's mine." Morgan nodded, reaching out and giving it a slap of her own. "Thanks for making this night a little bit better. Now fuck off so I can pound Brandy in all her holes."

"Such a charmer," Mercury said as she stopped by the door, tapping the frame thoughtfully. "I think I'm going to go keep the staff awake since they're clearly not sleeping with you two here."

"Listen carefully," Morgan grinned. "You'll hear what you're missing out on."

"For now," Mercury said, swishing on out the door. "Only for now."

When Mercury left them alone, Morgan was on Brandy like a blanket. Her wings pressed her into the sheets, her lips brushing over her skin, and her legs straddling Brandy's hips.

"Mine," Morgan said, pinning down Brandy's hands. "She missed out, you're all mine."

"All yours," Brandy nodded. "Lucky you."

"Lucky me." She leaned down, pressing her mouth to Brandy's throat, and Brandy couldn't help but moan at the touch. The borrowed cock slapped against Morgan's thigh, stiff and ready for attention, and Morgan's thighs were willing to do the job. Soft lips, the little bit of tongue, the sharpness of her teeth, and the soft warmth of her breath. All as divine as those thighs, in Brandy's opinion. "How about I fuck a little of that luck into you?"

That sounded like a great idea.